Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree,
Discussing things as they are said to be.
Said one to the others, now listen you two,
There’s a certain rumor that can’t be true.
That man descended from our noble race,
The very idea is an awful disgrace.
No monkey ever deserted his wife,
You’ve never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk.
Or passed them on from one to the other,
‘til they scarcely know who is their mother.
And another thing you’ll never see:
A monk build a fence ‘round a coconut tree,
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all others to take a taste.
Why, if I put a fence ‘round a coconut tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.
Here’s another thing a monk won’t do:
Go out at night and get on a stew,
Or use a club, a gun, or a knife,
To take some other old monkey’s life.
Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss,
But, brother, he didn’t descend from us!
Friends we descended directly from God (Genesis 1:26, 27). Why is it so many act worse than animals? Maybe it is time we remind people of their origin!